Theme: Sadness

Weary Sarah

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Born of a womb unknown,
Raised by two fathers '
Lost to a man who promised
you the world;
Lost as I
though born of a womb known
Raised on the book by mother and

Those mattresses you piled high
over all those peas of lies
As I
Frozen in the wake of night
Weary from all my mattress making

Weary Sarah, weary was I
Until I knew you
Knew you as flesh raining down
on me that March night from that blistery sky

The South Cape May of the 50s
That storm; that storm that left us homeless,
You and I.


More By  : Dr. Christine Redman Waldyer

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